decalcomania

through vibrant paint
blooming
blank spaces fade

bright laughter
rings
pure joy

your sculpture
of me –
perfect.

***

tarnished gold
languishes
in the limelight

my faults
magnified
glass shatters

bitter laughter
echoes
jealousy and pain

reflections of me
in the mirror –
blood rains.

***

your mind’s eye
reflected
in broken glass

sculpture’s personality
too big
for my soul

but i expand
my laughter
to fit the empty space

i want to be
your painting,
your perfection

broken mirror
of me
future perfected

your decalcomania,
your flawless sculpture,
the golden reflection.

***

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